Chapter 183 - History Was Astonishingly Similar! (2/2)

It was already the second day since his first arrival to this parallel world. He still did not know what his quest was, which was quite ridiculous.

However, he had no choice now. After all, he could not go offline and could only stay here.

What was even stranger was that this was the first time he felt hungry in Second World. This kind of thing had never happened before.

Although the game’s Second World also had cooking skills and players could make food or wine.

Nevertheless, those things were simply recovery items for players, and no one had ever treated them seriously as food.

So, this was the first time that Mike wanted to “eat” in the game.

If Lord F*ck wanted to eat, the Centaurs would naturally arrange it immediately.

How could they let their benefactor go hungry?

However, the food provided by the Centaurs was actually very ordinary.

The food was mostly fruit and leaves.

There was no meat at all.

For the peace-loving Centaurs, they had no concept of “meat”.

Looking at the fruit and leaves in front of him, Mike had no choice but to choose the fruit.

He could not eat the leaves, right?

After barely filling his stomach, Mike began to wait.

This wait lasted for five whole days, and Mike was about to start doubting his life.

During these five days, the whole Centaur village did not have any major events.

Everyone was just as calm as before.

Mike was about to break down.

Was he not allowed to finish the mission?

Was he going to stay here forever?

At this thought, Mike finally made a decision.

He was going to leave the Centaurs.

There must be some way to get him out of here.

Although the Centaurs were very upset about this decision, they did not insist on keeping Mike.

On this day, all the Centaurs gathered together to send Mike off.

Mike waved goodbye to everyone, and so did the Centaurs.

Looking at Mike, Richards Gerald smiled and said,

“Lord F*ck, I hope we can meet again soon.

“Please take care of your safety.”

Hearing this, Mike was just about to turn around and leave, but his footsteps stopped.

“What did you say just now?”

Richards Gerald was slightly stunned. He thought he had said something wrong and nervously repeated himself.

“I said… I hope we can meet again soon…”

“No, not that, the last sentence!”

“Please be careful?” Richards Gerald repeated uncertainly.

When he heard this, Mike froze on the spot and did not say anything.

All the Centaurs looked at Mike and looked at each other, not knowing what was wrong.

Gradually, Mike’s eyes widened.

He realized a serious problem.

If this was a Second World without players.

Then if he died… would he come back to life?

Thinking of this, Mike suddenly felt his lips dry. He swallowed hard, turned around, and left without saying a word.

He was going to a place to meet a “guy”.

He wanted an answer from that guy.

That place was called the Tower of Challenges.

That guy was closely related to death.

His name was…

Death — Arthas!